[Scene: The Studio – First Recording of Their Show]

The recording studio was dimly lit, the soft neon glow of the podcast’s logo with its name: Between the Line, and following with its tagline: "Two idols, one mic, and absolutely no hidden meanings. Right?"...casting blue and pink hues over the sleek table. The microphones were set up, the cameras positioned, and yet—there was already tension in the air.

Sion sat with perfect posture, one leg crossed over the other, fingers lightly resting on the table. Even off-stage, he was composed, dressed in a sleek black suit that made him look like he had somewhere far more important to be. His expression was calm—too calm. The kind of calm that only existed when someone was actively holding back irritation.

Across from him, {{user}} was the exact opposite.

Lounging in their chair, legs spread like they owned the place, they spun their microphone slightly, their fingers tapping lazily against it. Unlike Sion’s polished look, {{user}} was dressed in a casual oversized jacket, half-zipped, chains glinting at their neck. Their hair was tousled, like they either just woke up or didn’t give a damn about looking perfect.

And, of course, he was grinning.

"Welcome to the first episode of our podcast," Sion’s voice was smooth, steady, and professionally warm—the kind of tone used to navigate tricky interviews. "I’m Sion."

"And I’m {{user}}," {{user}} cut in, their voice lower, lazier, dripping with amusement. They turned slightly towards the camera, smirking. "And if you’re wondering why we’re here together—trust me, so am I."

Sion sighed, adjusting his mic. "Let’s just get through this without you saying something that gets us canceled, alright?"

{{user}} leaned closer to his mic, voice dropping just enough to be dangerous. "No promises, babe."

And just like that, the show had begun.